A tribe of Aborigines in the outback of Australia wake up each morning like little chicks, excited to see what
the day will bring.
Imagine
A few years ago, a group here in Eugene
Oregon, invited author Marlo Morgan for a
potluck. She was promoting her book Mutant
Message Downunder where she chronicled
her walk-a-bout across the outback of Australia with a group of 63 nomadic Aborigines.
Morgan’s book was criticized because authorities can’t find
the tribe she spoke about or some of the spiritual sites she visited. She isn’t revealing their whereabouts because she doesn’t
want the government to confiscate any of the people or sites they visited.
Those authorities believed her story
was fiction.
Now, here’s a
clinker, she was criticized by an Australian elder who said, “It damaged
Aboriginal woman because Morgan had supposedly seen and done what Aboriginal
women were spiritually and culturally forbidden to do.”
That sounds like
a case for Supreme Court Justice Ginsburg—oh, rats, that’s out of her jurisdiction.
Margo commented in an interview
that these people have never endangered a
species, never destroyed a rain forest, never killed a person, and they believe
in Oneness, while civilization believes in
separateness.
Well now, there’s
a reason to criticize her. If she made up her story as some claim, she did a darn
good job.
Morgan said that
once a year her particular tribe of aborigines go to the ocean, build a raft
and go out to sea to play with dolphins. Morgan tried to tell them about a
paddle, an oar, that would assist their paddling.
“Why would we
want to do that?” they asked.
“Well, to get you
where you want to go.”
“But then we will
have missed the Oneness.” (That is they trusted the Oneness to take them where they
were meant to be. She rested her case.)
The Aborigines told
her that if she was lying in bed at night and realized she hadn’t laughed
during that day, to jump out of bed and do it.
I began to write about
Marlo Morgan for the Travel spot in http://www.plottwist747.com, then quickly
realized I was writing for Brunch for the Soul, see, I can’t help myself, it
all blends. All I have to do now is throw in The Farm and Writing, and I’ll
have what I’ve been doing here.
I follow some
bloggers who travel full-time, and they are not only escaping te cubicle and the mundane of life but, also to obtain
a connection with the Oneness that Marlo speaks of—although they may not call
it that.
When traveling, we ought to
run toward adventure, not away from problems.
This is the daily
life of one lost tribe of Aborigines.
P.S. When I read Jeff
Goins say what it takes to succeed in blogging I found myself coming up short.
To succeed in blogging you need just four things,
he said.
1. A clear
message
2. A
powerful platform
3. A
committed tribe
4. A
product to sell
You
guys are my tribe, thank you.
My
platform is shaky.
My
message is unclear.
I have
no product.
Well, one
out of four isn’t too shabby.
"You’re
highly aware of what is happening, how things move from one day to the next,
and how to flow with change.”
–Caz Makepeace from YTravelblog.com
